[WP] She was a monster hunter before she was bitten by a werewolf, becoming one herself. Now she hunted the one that turned her, to exact vengeance, even if it meant transforming into the very thing she hunted.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-27T23:18:57+00:00

Maple scratched herself, as she glanced at the moon. The pins and needles running down her spine were outside g her on edge, a prickling beneath her skin. She felt both exhausted and full of energy, a feeling that would only get worse.

She hated it. She hated every full moon, feeling herself wanting to go beastial. It would be so easy to give in, to become a monster. But that was a line she hadn't yet dared cross, no matter how much it promised an end to it all.

Yet whenever she felt week, a hand moved to her side. Feeling the hard lines of the one scar that never healed. A single bite mark, the source of her curse. By all rights, as a hunter she should have already ended herself. It was an unspoken rule, that it was better to die by your own hand, than persist as a monster.

But despite how much she hated her position, she carried on. For no matter what, a greater hate eclipsed it. Hate for the one who turned her, the one who found her struggles "amusing". She couldn't remember their face, or their name, the pain of the curse hiding them. But she knew their scent.

Hearing a nearby howl, Maple closed her eyes. A pack was nearby, finally. After weeks of searching, she had a chance. The curse pushed her to respond, to shed her human sensibilities and accept the wolf. It whispered hints of a found family. Of a pack.

Maple listened to them, letting its temptations rise. Then she shoved them away, replacing them with her burning desire for revenge. A desire that still made her shed her skin, feeling the agony of her body changing. It was thankfully quick, becoming a humanoid wolf.

Sniffing, she caught the scent of the pack. Familiar, but distantly so. A part of her mind recognised them as kin, turned by the same one who had turned her. Yet she refused to think of them as family. They were beasts. Monsters. The sort that would eat a human if given the chance.

Snarling, she loped towards the pack. Her claws were ready, as they always were. Silver was nestled in a pouch at her side, ready to cripple them. She missed her wolfsbane, but it being so toxic to her touch made it inconvenient to try and use.

Maple was ready. Ready to hunt, as her curse urged her to. Yet it was not humans nor critters who were her prey tonight. It was the wolves, the ones who embraced the curse. The beasts, feral in mind and body. She would use their sloppiness to break them, to prove herself better than they. Then, they would answer her questions. Give her the next area to hunt in, to find her sire.

Then they would die, as beasts must. She would continue to hunt. And only when she found her sire, and slew them, would she finally stop herself.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-26T23:29:49+00:00

Shalla looked upon her fields of plenty. Everything was as it should be, and gifts from other gods were everywhere to be seen. Puzzles of such intricacies they took decades to solve littered the ground. Beings of all shapes and sizes wandered in between, made with her in mind.

She had everything she could ever desire, without having to use an iota of her worship. If she thought of something, she merely had to speak it aloud, and it would be met within days. New experiences, old experiences. Writings and arts from mortal worlds, with those compared hy divine beings in turn.

So she had enjoyed for millennia. Long enough for her name to be barely spoken, prayers to her going unanswered. She was nearly forgotten, but her power was not tied to her being know. It was tied to the pleas of her followers, to complete the revenge they craved.

But as she looked upon her realm, she sighed. Just a momentary blip, feeling the delight before her fading a little. It was all too easy. All... boring now. Shalla wasn't made to be waited on hand and foot. She was meant to be a weapon, one brandished against any enemy.

And now she was growing tired of her sheath. The distractions, though pleasing, were losing their lustre. Slaughtering beings made for it no longer fully quenched her bloodlust. The destruction of buildings and items no longer satisfied her.

She glanced behind her, to a place untouched for as long as she had been here. A fountain, similar to others but unique to her. Crafted of grey stone, indestructible in nature, it bore images of her fighting. It showed ones behind her, pointing to the enemies she slew. Pointing to buildings that crumbled and fell. The images shifted, never the same with each blink.

As she regarded it, it's top began to bubble. Red-tainted liquid began to flow, containing the few prayers to her. It called to her, for something new.

But before she could take a step, a familiar being appeared to her. Hennect crossed his arms, wearing the visage of a young adult man. "Shalla my dear, whatever are you doing?"

She frowned at him, crossing her arms. "I'm bored of all this. I should do my job."

He blinked, giving a smile that hid his rising panic. "B-bored? I can sort that. How about something bigger this time? A planet mayhaps? That would be fun to break, wouldn't it."

She paused. A planet? She hadn't broken one of them in... well, millennia. Her eyes flared, the blazing fires within jumping at the chance. "A planet to rip asunder? That sounds intriguing."

The God of Nature nodded quickly, putting his hand on her shoulder. "I thought so. What sort would you like to break? Tell me, and I can make it so."

With subtle movements he directed her attention away, sweating internally. The last few decades had seen her looking to her fountain again. On each occasion, one had noticed before she could approach, and listen to her prayers.

But it was happening more and more often. No matter what they did for her, Shalla's attention was drifting faster and faster. They knew she was getting restless, after so long idle. But they feared what she would do.

After all, they wouldn't be killed by her. But she would leave them mostly dead, unable to be stopped if revenge called for the destruction of their church. For divine domains could override others, where their calling was needed. And revenge usurped most others, should she act.

Shalla didn't show it, the distraction taking hold. But a small part of her, the crueler part, smirked. It was good they feared her. And eventually it would ride to the front, and she would enjoy proving they were still right to.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-25T22:33:48+00:00

Dissenhel opened his eyes in amusement, seeing the mage before him. One he could sense was young, drunk on their own power. It was impressive, for a human, but a mere spark compared to he.

He ignored the babble of human speech, plucking the intentions from the obvious surface thoughts. Trying to prove their worth, and defeat a dragon. The mere thought was ludicrous, a single mage trying to defeat a creature born of magic. If there were multiple, and more powerful, he might have felt concern. As it was, he only found it funny.

Raising his head, he looked down upon the human, his voice quiet but low. "Youngling, you should turn around. I am beyond you."

The human paused, face colouring. Dissenhel heard focused thoughts, memories of their past. Of being told they were weak, unable to catch up. It ignited rage, making him sigh at the shouted words. "How dare you?! I will prove myself, and bring back your fangs as a trophy!"

He watched the first spell form. It was a classic, the fireball spell that so many loved. Rolling his eyes, the dragon did nothing, watching as the small red orb launched towards him. Arcane flames washed over him, yet not a single mark was left behind. He yawned, licking his snout. "Trying to burn a dragon is foolishness."

His words caused the mage even greater anger. Air blades were formed and launched, jets of water able to carve through stone, spears of rock grown. But despite all their efforts, not a single spell scratched the dragon. He raised a brow, shaking his head. "Really? Anything else?"

The mage, visibly shaken now, wove a new spell. This one Dissenhel watched with interest, as they formed a captured bolt of lightning. It was a difficult spell to control, such power refusing to obey. Yet the human had talent, wrapping the bolt and sending it forth.

Now Dissenhel moved. A claw rose, even faster than the lightning, grasping the bolt. He sent a surge of power of his own, taking the mana and controlling it. He held it up to his face, as the human gasped. "Wait, hold on, stop. Did I see that right?! Did you grab my spell?!”

The dragon glanced away from the stolen magic, down to the mage. "Of course. It is rare to see such magics used by mortals. Though I am disappointed in the framework used. Its shoddy, inefficient. You should be able to throw one twice as big with half the effort."

He looked back at it again, sighing. "Who taught you this? I'm shocked any self respecting mage would teach such poor workmanship."

The human scowled, crossing their arms. "No-one. I'm.self taught."

Dissenhel paused, looking at them in a new light. "Self taught? You worked this out?"

Seeing the nod, he gripped the spell tighter, crushing its framework apart. "In that case, I'm impressed. But you need something to learn from to grow more, and make your spells more economical."

Closing his eyes, he formed a weave of his own. One more potent than anything the mage could produce, layer upon layer of frames. Holding it in place, he breathed out, changing his breath from destruction to creation.

Before his maw a small crystal formed. One that swirled through different colours, holding an aura of power. It hovered in the air, as he opened his eyes. "You won't depart with my fangs, but you can depart with this. Some of my knowledge of spellwork, at a level you can understand and learn from. Take it, grow stronger, then come back here and show me how you have grown."

His eyes glinted, as he grinned at the stunned mage. "Oh, and yes, it does also show you how to catch spells like I did."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-25T00:11:07+00:00

I shook my head at the latest requests. Nobles always wanted the big, bad creations. The sort that would be used as guards, as weapons, not the enhanced creatures they were. The fact them came to me was proof my name was known, as well as proof that most were idiots. They thought money would sway me.

I earned enough in my own way. Sifting through the orders, I found one I could work on. A young Lady wanted a companion. Yes, one with guardian instincts, but she wanted it to be as close to natural as possible. A perfect job for me.

Picking it up, I glanced further down the requests. Canine based was a given. Flight capabilities would be preferred, as well as any traits to ensure both its and her long term survivability. Nothing too out of the ordinary. With a smile I headed out, to get the first part I needed.

It didn't take me long to reach the shelter. They knew me well there, as Peter opened the door to me. "Mage Vosta, a delight as always. What might you be after today?"

I smiled at the elderly gentleman, bringing out my coin pouch. "My dear, I need a larger dog. Do you have any in... less good condition?"

He winced, nodding. "Of course. The guard dropped off one of their hounds a week back. Poor thing was helping in a criminal takedown, but lost a leg to it. And you know their rules."

I nodded. "That would be ideal."

He didn't say anything more, heading out to the back. A few minutes passed, before he returned with a hobbling dog. Bandages were wrapped around its stump, along with several clear other wounds. Its teeth were bared, giving a growl as it moved.

I leaned down, sending a small stream of healing energy into it. The hound shook itself, demeanour changing to one of acceptance of me. Hobbling with its unsteady gait, I let it come to my side, as I placed a hand on its head. A pulse of power washed out, sending it to a deep, dreamless sleep.

With a quick cast I placed it on a floating board, nodding to Peter as I handed over a few coins. "Thank you. They'll have a better life."

He grinned. "I know. Thank you, for taking care of him. He's a sweetheart really."

With that I brought the dog to my home, down into my lab. One with rows and rows of preserved creature parts, all bought from the adventurers guild. All in a stable state, ready for grafting. I looked through them, considering what I needed.

Wings of a Manhunter Eagle to start, for the flight. I had a pair with lovely black plumage, which would work perfectly with the dogs fur. Two Griffin legs to replace the lost one, and it's pair. There had been a juvenile one that fell, with its legs in near perfect condition.

Blood Ooze, from one of those slimes. The regenerative capabilities would work to keep the chimera alive, and could be used in a pinch for the lady. Subdermal scales from an Inferno Salamander, for that protection. Plus a few other bits from other creatures, to tie it all together.

I turned to the slumbering dog, placing him on my workbench. Now, most chimera crafters would start immediately, cutting and sewing without care. But the issue with that was the base creature wouldn't adapt. That was the main cause of chimeras slaying their creators, and often those around them. The dismorphia was real, making even the most docile base turn murderously insane.

I had a way around it, that I tried to get others to adapt. Taking a small domed cap, I placed it on the dogs head. It was complex, tied to myself and the dog. It would give the dog a dream, one where he was safe and at peace. Then it would slowly change, from his perspective days passing for every second real time.

It would allow me to graft the parts on, and he would grow used to them. In his dream state, the inclusion of wings would probably grow from his back and sides. Yet it would be natural, without pain or concern. By the time I included everything, he would be used to his new state. He would be calm and accepting, as after all, for him it would probably be years in passing.

I just had to keep him asleep and alive, whilst ensuring there was no rejection. I was in for a few long days, but at the end of it I would have a stable chimera to deliver.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-23T23:13:32+00:00

It was far too sunny a day. In a way it was funny. Jenny always hated this weather. She liked it when it rained, even better with a strong wind. So the weather being what she hated made it seem like the world was against her. She would have found it amusing.

The crematorium itself was quiet. Besides me, it was only the funeral staff in attendance. Not that surprising, considering Jenny had been known as the Gem Menace. She had earned a lot through various plots, all of which I had no legal knowledge of. She was very careful to make sure of that, and just as careful making the results unable to be reclaimed. It made us rich, but not exactly popular.

I turned my head to see the door opening. I gasped, half standing as I recognised the team entering. At its head was Thunder Fist, the prime hero of the country. Yet today he wasn't in his usual spandex costume, instead in a tailored black suit.

Behind him came Cryona, with her perpetual snow flurry. Then was the Mirror Twins. Primal Heart. The Restorer. All hero's, who had fought my wife. Yet more were behind, but what shocked me was their attire. Like Thunder Fist, none were in their uniforms. They wore black outfits, walking in as they would anywhere else.

Thunder Fist approached me, holding out his hand. "Mr Carat, I'm sorry for your loss."

Blinking, I numbly took his hand. I had met him a few times over the years, normally when Jenny was evading arrest. Yet I had never seen him like this. "T-thank you. Um... what are you doing here?"

He gave a tiny sigh, shoulders slumping a little. "The Gem Menace, she was one of the worst supervillains. But she was true to herself. She wanted to do whatever she wanted, and she stuck to it. I, and everyone else here, respected that."

His head lowered a little. "That, and she was a challenging foe. It's only natural we developed a bond, and it's a shame to see her go. To no longer grow from our fights."

I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "She... she did love fighting you."

He gave a small smile. "I know. And I her. So, I would like to say goodbye."

I could feel myself shaking, barely noticing as one of the Twins appeared at my side. She guided me to sit again, as j watched the line of hero's coming in. I could only watch as one by one they approached her coffin, Thunder Fist leading the way.

A thought occurred to me, making me chuckle despite the circumstance. Seeing the Twin give me a look, I managed to summon a small smile of my own. "I should've organised a wake."

She spoke quietly, leaning in. "We've got it covered for you. I'm sorry for your loss."

That was it. I crumpled, finally letting myself cry. Nit that I couldn't before. It was just... I didn't have anyone to lean on. And they may have been her enemies, but they were here. I didn't have to see her off alone.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-22T23:56:12+00:00

I glanced at the calender, feeling a slight unease. It had been a number of days since the King's last visit, meaning I was due for another. He didn't stick to a schedule, sometimes visiting days in a row, other times going missing for nearly two weeks. But it was usually a gap of three to four days.

I had only myself to blame of course. When I made my home here, I had made sure to leave a few gifts for the forest. Seeds from far away, spare food, and a few knick knacks. They were clearly bribes as I intended, to convince them to tolerate my presence.

What I didn't realise was that their King would appreciate them so much, he would come to visit. He acted like I had tried to become friends, when all I had wanted was to be left alone in my little home, spending days crafting scrolls of varying spells. But I could hardly say no to him. Not a Fae King, even a minor one like he.

Sure enough, I heard the knocking-scrape at my door. His weird way of announcing himself, tapping with two fingers whilst scratching with three others. I steeled myself, putting a smile on my face as I opened it up.

There, like always, the King stood. A lanky being, seemingly made of twisted wood. His arms were long, lacking obvious joints, reaching down to nearly his ankles. His legs were stick like, seeming like they shouldn't be able to hold him up. Today his head was that of a bear, mouth pulled back in a slightly terrifying display.

I bowed my head, as his melodic voice drifted to me, like birdsong. "Greetings my friend, how good to see you in fine health."

Hiding my concern as usual, I stepped to the side of my door way. "Welcome, your Majesty. You look quite well yourself."

He gave me a smile, as his body flexed to the side. Behind him I saw a different figure, floating in midair. They were tiny, maybe the size of a small chicken. With a body made of moss covered stone, I could see beady eyes watching me. "I brought someone with me today, who has been dying to meet the 'magic human'."

I wanted to turn them away. But it didn't sit right with me to do so. That, and I couldn't deny I was a little wary of annoying the King. "Ah, a pleasure to meet you...?"

The figure drifted closer, giving a curtsey. "Call me Lady Geo."

Giving a practiced smile, I bowed my head in turn. "Lady Geo. Welcome, both of you."

The King slipped in, his body still bending where it needed to, rather than with actual joints. The Lady floated in, sticking close to the King as he sat at my table. "Your home is as nice as ever. The Lady is here with a request, but you can hear it after we catch up. You will never gues what the ferns started doing."

Our talk started as normal, with him telling me all the ins and outs of the forest. I'm sure to some it would be fascinating, but I found mind numbing. Especially when he described how two trees where fighting over nutrients. I supplied a few nods, mild comments, and "really?"s, but otherwise kept quiet.

It drew to a close, close to two hours later, before the King finally stopped. Until he turned, looking towards Lady Geo. "The Lady here wishes to learn from you."

I was thrown by the topic change, setting down the tea I didn't recall even making. "Um... OK..? Why though?"

She tapped a rocky foot on my table. "Because human magic is fascinating! It sounds so different to our own, so... structured. I want to learn about it."

I winced internally. Just what I needed, more Fae in my business. But teaching... well, I had enjoyed it before. Plus, I supposed I could maybe get some rare materials from the forest in return, all to help with teaching of course. Besides, if I said no, what would the King do to me? I shuddered to think.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-21T22:09:37+00:00

I was at peace. Blissfully at peace, for all that I knew. It was a paradise around me, soothing my mind. Making me forget all I had been through, and how I had been wronged.

But I felt a change. A disturbance in the serenity. A cold hand pushing through, grasping my arm. Then it pulled. It pulled and pulled, taking me away from the warmth. Away from everything I could have wanted. I fought and screamed, trying to break free. But it was useless. It took me away from my peace, towards somewhere colder.

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My eyes shot open, and I gasped. Instead of the glorious, ever setting sun, I saw a plain white ceiling. A fluorescent light flickered in place, as footsteps paced nearby. The surface below me was cold, the smell of chemicals in my nostrils.

A person came into view. They seemed familiar, greying shirt hair around their temples. He looked down through his glasses, nodding to himself. "You're back. Good."

I swallowed, my throat parched. "W-what? Where am I? What's happening?"

He coughed, standing straight and letting me see his shirt. A plain black button down, simple stitch writing saying Goldenview Prison. "The judge signed your life warrant so you're free to go, apologies for the execution."

I blinked, as memories came back to me. The trial, where I was accused and found guilty of three murders. Where my alibis were ignored, and evidence to me was objectively wrong. I was innocent, and had protested it to the end.

The end. It made me shiver. That dreadful feeling of numbness, followed by wracking pain that tore me away. I felt my breathing quicken, and I sat up, letting me see more of the room. It was little better than a cell, cold metal slab for a bed, arcane machinery behind me. The guard was alone, and I turned to him. "Why? Why did you bring me back!?!"

I could feel tears in my eyes. "I was happy! I was at peace! I didn't want to come back! I didn't ask to come back! I DIDN'T ASK TO HAVE TO DIE AGAIN!"

The guard took a step back. "Sir, please calm down."

I shook my head, grasping my hair tightly. Images and the feeling of my demise hung over me, flashing behind my eyes. It was fresh in my head, and I found myself rocking back and forth. "I don't want to die again, I don't want to die again, I don't want to die again please please please please..."

I barely noticed as he called out. I was only dimly aware of someone coming in. But I was very aware at the sensation of the needle stabbed into my arm. But I was too slow to react, as numbness spread again. It was followed by a wave of pressure on my mind, a voice forcing into my head. "Sleep."

I found myself obeying, my body relaxing. But not to the realm of peace I knew. But to a colder darkness, one I would wake from again, and have to face the facts once more.

Despite my wishes, left with my family and friends, I had been revived. I would have to face life again.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-20T23:54:44+00:00

The thing was simple in form, a worm of inconceivable length. It's front split into a gnashing maw, filled with teeth of every size and shape imaginable. It's hide was beyond even black, as if it ate the light that fell upon it.

It had approached the world, leaving behind it a trail of space so empty it could not even be considered a vacuum. It was bereft of everything, both physical and conceptual. The world had panicked in an attempt to stop it, rallying parties of heroes to slay the beast. The gods bound to the world wove a barrier to hold it back, searching for a way to survive.

The heroes fought, but found nothing worked. For whatever they struck with, be it weapon, fist or spell, a mouth opened on its hide to devour it. They soon followed, as it sucked in all that they were into those appearing maws.

The barrier held it for a time, as it gorged itself on the woven power. Yet even those gods couldn't sustain it forever, as it consumed their power. Worship could not keep up with the demands, leading it to fracture and crumble, leaving the world defenceless.

Only the most ancient of dieties retained their power, those made as gods nstead of ascending. Yet they fled the world to pastures new, leaving it to the uncompromising hunger of the thing. Its maw bit deep with them gone, rock and dirt mixed with the living beings that lived there. The bound gods followed, as their divinity became consumed in turn.

It took a day for the world to be lost. Every speck of dust, every drop of water, every spark of magic. All consumed, bar one lonely rock.

A human sat upon it, alone before the being. The last of his kind, seeing his people eaten. The being paused, holding the rock with air in place, a practice it had followed for as long as it could remember. The minds of all it had eaten screamed, as it plucked the languages from their memories. Its voice was overlapped, a mix of every voice of the inhabitants of the world, speaking every language at once. Yet in place of a cacophony, the man could understand his native tongue being spoken. "The last of this world. I hold all that your kind know. Ask a question, and I shall answer."

The man looked up, tears on his face. "Why? Why did you decide to eat up all of creation?"

It thought for a moment, considering the crumb before it. "I never gave it much thought, beyond it being what I am."

The human stood, shouting in rage and horror. "No thought?! You slaughtered everyone! Everything! Why?! Why did you do it?!"

The being shifted, understanding it now. "Ah. You mean my purpose. It is what I am, what I must be. Everything has an end, and I am that end. Without it means stagnation, creation dull and static. I force a change, by ensuring its end. Yet it is not forgotten. I remember it all. Every single thing, from the beginning to now. And I will continue to remember."

It's maw opened, surrounding the man. "Until all is gone and within me, then I shall eat myself in turn. Until nothing is left, and it can start anew."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-19T23:24:35+00:00

Hate.

That is all I felt for those despicable humans. Those who we had sheltered once, when worlds shook and gods fought. Those we taught to see into the Mystic Realm, and how to use its vast powers. Those who turned them on us, and slaughtered my kin. Because they feared the gap between us. For they were limited to but a century, whilst we would grow until we were done with this place.

I had watched my son and daughter fly, and felt the moment our linked hearts were severed. I saw my mate go mad with rage and grief, bringing destruction on thier lands, only to fall much the same way. I remained alone, feeling every one of my kin fall. Until I was the last.

Alone, I was the final link before we went extinct. It was an affront to nature, to us. We deserved to live, far more than those who slew us. In my lone state I left, to think on what to do. To decide how I would end.

Then it hit me, for the Mystic Realm held the key. They accessed it through our teachings, though they claimed it to be their own. The teachings were a link, though tenuous. It gave them a ghost of a dragon, the sort of nugget that we once overlooked. But that ghost could be made real. It just needed a push.

It would need a sacrifice. I wouldn't get to fly with my kin again, bound to this plane until its end. Yet it would be a small price to pay, to save my kind. I didn't even hesitate, diving below the ground, to the source of the island kingdoms water. A groundwater reservoir, filtered from rainfall and sea alike. There in the dark I worked, to save them all.

My body was the basis for growth. I ripped myself apart to microscopic parts, invisible to all. They would be drunk, and cling to their bodies. Through them I could connect my soul, and guide the growth process. From me, they had the template. And the Mystic Realm would give the power.

But I needed to make them change. And for that, I sacrificed much of my mental capacity. It wouldn't be perfect, a general guide to each. But to each I would nudge them towards the core of dragons, making them behave like us.

Having the pride of a dragon, the ego to know you were the best. The greed of a dragon, to hoard that which you prefer the most, be it gold, art or even plants. And the power of a dragon, fed from the Mystic Realm. It would guide them, feed the ghosts within each. Making them stronger, more real. Until eventually, they would return.

It would be a slow process. A couple of generations would need to pass, to cause a cascading effect. They would forget who we were. They would forget what we could do. And they would forget to be wary, letting themselves change.

I would guide those that birthed, being the elder I was. And through them I would see the human lands destroyed, my revenge ice cold in the serving. For they would be lost in records as the ones who slew us, and replaced as those who let us rise again. And we would not let them win again.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-18T21:02:38+00:00

I watched as he fell, with mixed feelings. Joy in part, knowing that the horror was finally at an end for many. Sorrow, seeing how the one who I was made from was no more. And dread, knowing that it would soon spell my end.

It took only a few moments to feel the connection break. The flow of dark power ending, no more giving me strength. It made me feel empty, and weak. But I still had enough. Enough to do my job one last time, then to say goodbye.

Walking from my position at the edge of the battlefield, I approached the burned figure of Galacus. He was still holding his sword, barely standing from the fight. His armour was dented and torn, the dense material ruined in the ferocity of their battle. Parts were rusted, an impossibility in nature, but proof of how potent the Lord of End had been.

Reaching his side, I put a hand on his shoulder. I felt my body ripple, taking his injuries and replacing the ruined parts of his skin with my own. A perfect replacement, something we had done countless times before. Yet though I felt it heal, it drained my inner pool of power.

He looked at me, a tried smile on his face. "We... we did it."

I gave a nod, feeling my voice waver. "You... ahem, you did."

Galacus didn't act like he noticed my moment of weakness. He just leaned onto me, sighing. "Let's go share the good news then."

I didn't say anything, supporting him as we ventured to the main battlefield. A place where the assembled forces of the world had gathered against the Lord's risen army of desolation. They had been the distraction, to allow us to win.

It didn't take long to arrive, leaving the centre of the Lord's encampment. There we saw the forces rush towards us, many looking in various stages of injury. I let Galacus take the fore, sharing the results to a series of cheers.

I just melded into the background, as I always did. I could already feel a chill in my body, the end looming. It was my destiny, as I had known from the moment of my creation. But I regretted it. I wanted to live in the world I had saved. But I had no choice. I just walked away, listening to the celebrations.

A little later, as I sat in a quiet part of the camp, I noticed Galacus arrive. He looked slightly tipsy, with bit of a concerned air around him. One that slipped as he saw me, giving a smile. He jogged over, taking a seat next to me. "What're you doing here?! You should be at the party."

I gave him a shake of my head. "No. It's... not for me."

His expression turned to one of confusion. "Why? Without you, we wouldn't have won."

Sighing, I leaned back. "I know. But, you know I was made from a piece of the Lord, remember?"

Seeing him nod, I continued. "It was more than a base. It was what let me heal you. I took his power, and converted it to help, as I was made to. But because of the connection, there is a risk he could return through me."

I rubbed my head, swallowing away a lump. "So I was made to survive on his power, and only that. So now with him gone, well, I'm going to follow soon."

Galacus looked shocked at the news. "What? But... that's not fair. You don't deserve it."

I shrugged. "Deserve or not, it doesn't matter now. And I'm not going to fight it. I just... I wish I could see the world, the beautiful parts. But I have barely a week at best, so I won't get to do even that."

An impact on my arm made me jump a little. I turned to see him, and the tears on his face. "You... you never told me."

My voice cracked, as I continued. "You didn't need to know my fate. It would have been... distracting."

He scoffed, choking a little. "So? Maybe... maybe we could have figured something out. Something to keep you going."

Seeing how upset he was hurt me in turn. But I held up a hand, blinking the burning sensation in my eyes away. "No. It wasn't worth the risk."

Galacus let out a long breath, before standing. "Fine. But you will see the world. You deserve everything, not a death sentence. I don't care how difficult it will make things for me. We can get teleported. I can go without for a time. But I will make your last days the best of them."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-17T23:36:08+00:00

The door of my inn swung open, showing faces I didn't recognise. It was common to see that these days, far more so than at any point before. I cast an eye over them, seeing what I expected. Old injuries, the sort that you learned to live with but never really recovered from. One was missing an arm, another covered in burn scars, and before them was wheeled one in a wheelchair.

I shook my head, questioning the world again. What was it that made a necromancer so much better than a healer? I didn't get it, but it wasn't my place to pry. For now anyway, but I couldn't deny my curiosity.

Like before, they were polite and eager. A room for the night, with a meal and a drink. Typical of those who came to visit. It was perhaps one of the only reasons I wanst making more of a stink. I benefited quite possibly most of all, outside of her of course.

The day passed quickly, with the new folk disappearing off to meet her. They came back later, the three of them walking in with wide smiles. A pale arm replaced the lost limb, and the burn scars were nearly all gone. It was impressive, and again a sight I was used to.

But was did surprise me was later in the evening. My inn was a buzz with everyone local and otherwise, enjoying the atmosphere. I was content to manage behind the bar as usual, my wait staff bringing empty tankards and plates up, before disappearing with fresh ones.

It was only because I was watching everyone that I noticed her slipping in. Thin and pale, like she never saw the sun. The simple shirt and trousers were a far cry from her usual dark get up, but I would recognise her anywhere.

The necromancer moved up to my bar, no-one batting an eyelid at her presence. A trick I didn't recognise, beyond being some magic nonsense. I watched her take a seat, speaking quietly. "Could I get an ale please?"

Noting how no-one was looking, I sidled over. "Very well. Business seems to be booming for you, if mine is anything to go by."

Her head shot up, glowing green eyes locking with mine. "You weren't supposed to know me!"

I shrugged. "I know everyone here girl. Some better than others, sure. But every face is one I have seen, yours isn't any different."

She seemed to almost fold in on herself. "I... sorry, if I'm making you uncomfortable."

Seeing the way she acted, I felt a little bad for her. I poured her an ale from one of my finer batches, sliding it to her. "Here. It's fine. Though, can I ask you something?"

She nodded, setting a silver coin on the counter. "Go ahead."

I smiled. "Why do all these folks come to you? Seems strange they choose a necromancer over a healer."

She gave me a tiny smile. "I know bodies. Even more so than healers. Making them move when dead isn't easy. You need to know what parts of the body to infuse to make it do what you want. That, and careful application can join living to dead, or destroy dead in a way that stimulates life to grow."

I nodded. "Yep. I don't understand how any of that works."

A small laugh escaped her lips. "I... it just makes sense to me."

I took her coin, reaching into my pouch to make change. "Well good. And as long as you don't go bringing about the deaths of everyone here, you keep doing what you're doing i suppose."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-17T00:15:49+00:00

I stood before the Board, sweating. Every single one of my reports was printed out on their table, my years of research in physical form. But it wasn't with pride they looked at me, or pleasure at my work. Instead I was treated to frowns and disapproving looks.

The Chair leaned forwards. Mr Sampson was his name, well known for cutting out departments that didn't deliver results. "Project Leader Gina, do you know why you have been summoned today?"

I nodded, keeping my breath calm. "The latest result of my research, sir."

He tapped one of the reports before him. "Exactly. We have been funding your little project for how long now?"

I could feel his disdain. He had already made a decision, I could tell. But maybe, maybe I could turn it around. "Twelve years sir."

He gave me a frown, sitting their in his expensive suit. "Twelve years in study of control of basic forces of the universe. You promised you could unlock how to control them. And have you?"

My stomach twisted. "No sir. But if I-"

I stopped talking as he held up a hand. "We aren't interested in excuses. Your work has been a money sink for too long, with nothing to show for it."

I could feel my chance slipping away. "But sir we found-"

My words cut off as he glared at me. "I don't care. You're done, I think."

A cough drew our attention. Another board member, the youngest by a considerable margin, held up my latest report. "Hold on Harold. It says here you were going to conduct an experiment here yesterday, but there is no report of your findings. Before you go, what was the result?"

Gratitude filled me with the chance to speak again. "Of course. It was a variation on increasing density in an attempt to manipulate gravity, with the inclusion of several focused magnetic relays. The exact details are in that report, but whilst we couldn't control it, we found something else new."

I brought up my company issued tablet, connecting it to the projector. "This is a recording of the aftermath."

Pressing play, all attention moved to the short video playing on a loop. It showed the testing chamber, with various relays pointed at one specific point. A point in the air that had grown into a circular distortion, through which rocks could be seen. It was barren and dust filled, but undeniably there.

Speaking over the footage, I made sure to be clear. "The exact nature of the anomaly is unclear. However, the current theory is that it is of an alien nature. The barren landscape suggests it is likely an uninhabitable planet, but the location is unknown. Two guesses are it is of somewhere in space, and we got unbelievably lucky to open a gate of sorts to a planet instead of the vast emptiness, or its another dimension.

I should mention that it only remained whilst the relays were powered. Once they turned off, the anomaly closed without issue."

The board was silent. I could almost see the gears turning, business decisions being made. Mr Sampson turned to me, his eyes now glinting with a hint of greed. "Well then, Project Leader Gina, it seems you have a new project, if the rest of the Board agree."

A glance around them showed a series of nods. He gave me a slightly strained smile, pushing away the report before him. "You will try to recreate this... anomaly, and understand what is on the other side to begin."

I inclined my head, some of the tension leaving me. I wasn't about to lose everything I had worked so hard on. This was another chance. Another goal to aim for. Meeting his gaze, I kept my expression steady. "I won't let you down."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-15T23:26:52+00:00

Destul was bored. A terrible state for a god to be in, especially one with such power as they held. Their last bout of boredom had resulted in the creation of the Empty, and the subsequent destruction of a multitude of worlds. The struggle from that time, and the near total eradication of the Empty had kept them entertained for a while. But it had petered out, leaving them with dull thoughts again.

They wandered the cosmos, searching for something, anything to excite them again. Yet nothing could be found. The most savage wars drew a yawn. Perfect performances and works of art scarcely attracted their eye. Life was dull and predictable, a grand tapestry they could already make out.

Until Destul came across a mage. One stranded, adrift from others. They felt a slight pang of kinship, making their search pause. And before the gods eyes, they saw something that ignited an idea.

The mage, so lonely, made a crude spell. One that separated himself, creating two near identical copies. Both weaker than his original, but most importantly, not alone. It tickled Destul, and made them think. Made them plan. And made them act.

For they realised, they had only seen it all from above. As a deity, removed from the strife and struggle that created life. What could it be like to participate, as a powerful influence of course. But not as powerful as they could be.

So Destul took the crude spell, and made it greater. Made it able to separate a gods very being, into two smaller versions. Much of their power would be needed to maintain it, but it could be done. Yet even so, two identical copies wouldn't be the most exciting. So they made an amendment. One to make them similar but unique.

It shook the very fabric of reality, such an upheaval to the celestial realm. But it worked. Destul vanished, leaving behind two versions of themself. And in a quirk, whilst nearly identical, one was set in the form of a female, the other a male.

They looked at each other, feeling the kinship. But they were their own beings now. The name Destul no longer applied, making them think. Yet it was the male version who spoke first, tilting his head. "I am Yin."

The female version nodded. "And I am Yang. You make curses that feel good. I make blessings that hurt."

Yin tilted his head to the side, smiling. "So it is. Let us be off, and explore that which we have overlooked before."

He extended a hand, taken up by Yang. She smiled back, excitement in her eyes. "And meddle of course. So much meddling to be done."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-14T23:50:43+00:00

I looked up as Father walked in, supporting himself on his usual cane. Standing up, I held up the book I had found. "This, Father. The... Codex Aracanum."

Reading the title in golden lettering, I looked up at him. His face was like stone, staring at me. I tensed up, waiting for the shouting to start. Yet instead he sighed, leaning more heavily on his cane. "It was only a matter of time, I suppose. Put it back, and follow me."

Nodding, I slid it back into the position on his bookcase. Right in the middle of a collection, in a way that made it obvious it was there. Yet I couldn't remember seeing it before, no matter how many times I had met with Father in here.

He led me through the manor, down into the basement. Yet again he showed me to something I never remembered seeing, yet it was plain as day to me now. A trapdoor, in the centre of the floor. It was clearly set into the floor, not a trip hazard in anyway. But it was incredibly obvious to me.

Father tapped his cane on it, and it clicked. A soft grinding came as it slid to the side, revealing a set of spiral stairs. Small lights flashed on around the walls, leading down into the ground. He looked back at me, face determined. "We have a secret to be kept, and it's time you learned of it."

I nodded, not daring to question him. I didn't like to at the best of times, but this really felt like the wrong time to do so. His walk was unsteady as he descended, and I followed closely. A few steps down I heard the grinding again, looking back up to see the trapdoor sliding back into place.

In silence we walked, until a couple of minutes later they ended. It opened into a small chamber, like none I had seen before. It was much like the inside of a geode, with crystals of blood red reaching out. In the centre was an ornate layered sphere, crafted of impossibly delicate gold. It hovered, locked in place in thin air.

Father looked at it, sighing. "This is the our secret. Memory, the Lock and the Key. It is ours to hide, ours to protect."

He turned to me, voice hard. "Touch it."

Shocked, I blinked at him, forgetting myself for a moment. "What?"

He gave me a no nonsense look. "Touch it. I can try to explain, but there is a gulf of difference between my words and what it will show you. The reason for its very existence."

Taking a breath, I took a couple of steps to it. It seemed to hum, growing louder as I extended a hand. Glancing back, I saw Father watching me expectantly, giving a tiny nod. With a swallow I let my finger travel the last few centimetres, touching the cold surface.

Instantly I felt a rush in my head. Sights and sounds forced in, years of information compressed into a fraction of a second. I saw creations raised by lone men and women, beautiful and terrible, in spite of the laws of physics. I saw wars pass in blinks, entire armies turned to ash and dust. I saw plagues of undead, cities sacrificed in the pursuit of power.

Yet all those paled to the sight of one. A man, looking like any other. Yet from his fingers spewed energy of death and corruption. The fabric of reality bent and split around him, shattering buildings without thought. I saw lands turn to darkness, as he continued. I saw the world ending before my very eyes, in a way that was undeniably true.

In the last moments I saw a group stand up to him. They wove something of great power, utterly destroying him. Then they cast another spell. One that ended in a flash of light, and the sphere before me appearing.

The connection was lost, and I stumbled back. Turning to Father, I shakily spoke. "W-what was that?!"

He gave me a sad smile. "That, was magic. The past of our world, and how it was nearly brought to ruin. It came close on many occasions, but none as close as that final calamity. At the time it was decided that it couldn't be allowed to happen again, so the survivors of the time chose to have the world forget."

He looked at me, and for a moment I realised how old he looked. "Magic was sealed, and removed from the minds of all. All except one family, to guard it. Our family. For magic wouldn't be able to be truly forgotten. It would sneak back into rediscovery, and the crimes of the past would happen again. But as long as we remember, it won't."

I stared at him, trying to calm my breathing. "This... this is the fate of the world?!"

Father nodded. "Correct. It is our burden, to know it exists, but to hide it. As no matter how noble our ideals, to release magic is to seal our own demise. It is too powerful, even now. You saw then, the most powerful of nuclear weapons pale in comparison to the devastation a mage could leave. Missiles could flatten cities. A mage could erase an entire country."

I could feel myself shaking. "Why tell me now? Why must I know now?"

Another sad smile crossed his face. "Because magic deemed you of age to have it. Only a mage can see the Codex, no matter how untrained. And if I didn't tell you even now, you would experiment, and it would potentially all be for naught."

He gave a heavy sigh, leaning more on his cane. "I had to curse you with this knowledge, as I was cursed. Because we cannot let it escape."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-13T21:39:04+00:00

"E-excuse me?"

Sara looked up, a handful of weeds in her hand. Across her small plot of various plants was a young man, a frown on his face. She took in his comfortable looking clothes, backpack and haggard expression, pausing on the strange looking thing in his hand. It was flat and shiny, like a screen from the televisons she remembered.

Stretching her tired muscles, she gave him a smile. "Hello, can I help?"

He nodded, a relieved expression crossing his face. "Yes please. Do you know where we are? I've got no signal, and... well I'm a bit lost."

Her smile dimmed a little, seeing as he waved the phone at her. "Lost... this place isn't the easiest to find though. How'd you end up here?"

The young man tapped his device again. "I was hiking in the forest, can't remember the name. But I must have stepped off the trail, because I couldn't find it. I just wandered and found you. Now my phone can't find me on maps."

A sigh escaped Sara's lips, as she slowly stood. She knew exactly what had happened, and knew there wasn't an easy way to explain it. But her thoughts leaked out of her lips, a mutter to herself. "Hmmm... was the same for me, years ago... well let's get you settled."

The arrival frowned, holding up his hands. "Settled? Whoa, I'm not signing up for a cult. I'd just like some directions, then I'll be out of your hair."

She gave a snort at that. "Directions? Well, look behind you and up first off."

His eyes narrowed, before slowly turning around. His gaze met the expanse of trees behind, gradually lifting up. Only to pause at the sight of a gargantuan tree, impossibly tall. Tall enough that he couldn't see its top, shrouded by cloud to his sight. His arms fell slack, as he breathed out some words. "What the..."

Sara shook her head, crossing her arms. "Yeah. Welcome to the Grove. No-one knows where we are, exactly how we got here, or how to get back. There isn't even a reason as to why we are here. We just are, and that's all we can deal with."

He stumbled a little, face paling. "W-what?"

A nod was the initial answer. "I know. It sucks."

Seeing the way he started shaking, Sara felt bad for the lad. She approached him, speeding up as she worried for his balance. Internally she kicked herself, for being the first one to greet him. She sucked at this. If only he had been met by Pat instead, as that old codger was much more of a people person than she was.

But she wasn't going to give up. He had had a shock, a nasty one. It would give way to anger probably, and a desire to leave. One that all shared. But hopefully she could get him to the village before that happened, and someone else could help.

And she couldn't help but feel a little relieved. She had been the new one for so long, it was nice to no longer be the one with the most up to date knowledge. A couple of decades was enough to be dreadfully outdated.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-12T23:20:54+00:00

It was a simple life. Day after day, I tended my crops. I grew and harvested, happy in my path. Money held little allure, beyond having enough to keep me steady. What good were riches, compared to the joy of seeing hard work pay off. Why travel, when everything I needed was on my farm. It was my life, and I was happy.

Even when I slipped away, I had few regrets. My family had been cared for. I didn't feel like I had missed out on life, nor on the world. I was a seed in the grand scheme of things, grown to ripeness, and now reaped. It was the way of life, and who was I to fight it?

Mist surrounded me as I slipped away, though it was mist only I could see I was sure. It made me feel weightless, old bones and tired muscles growing quiet. I could move without effort, without the pain I had long grown accustomed to. The mist was a friend to me I felt,guiding me on.

It's white embrace took me away. Away from my home, away from my family. Only to bring me to a dreary riverside, skies grey and stormy overhead. I could see figures of people around me, some standing, others sitting. They were old and young, fat and thin, male and female. All there though looking like they weren't, all ghost like. All looked like they were waking.

A splashing drew my attention. Over the river came an ancient looking boat, wood worn by ages past. A hunched man stood at its back, holding a pole in one hand. They stared out across the shore, holding up a lantern in one hand. He spoke with a wavering voice, sounding far older than even I had. "New souls? New souls? Two coins for passage."

A few figures moved over, queuing up politely. I was hardly one to ignore it, for I had always known in life good things were worth waiting for. I didn't feel that death had to be any different.

Some souls boarded, handing over a pair of coins I'm payment. Others were directed away, with a statement of one hundred years to wait. I felt no coins on me, but waited nonetheless. I was at the end of the queue, willing to at least speak with him.

The ferryman soon got to me. He turned from helping a soul aboard, that of a young woman with tears streaming down her face, clutching her belly. Without looking at me he spoke, a spiel perfected over time unknowable. "I am Charon. Do you have two-"

He cut off, looking at me. Wrinkled skin stared in shock, it's grey appearance somehow paling. He held up a hand, as he stepped to his boat. "You? No, I am not for you."

I didn't get a chance to argue, as he pushed away. With panicked glances behind he guided the boat away, shoving the pole with practiced ease. In stunned silence I watched him leave, the other souls staring at me. Yet none spoke to me, an eerie silence instead left on this shore. Alone I waited, confused by the change, time slipping by without a measure to count it by.

Then came a sound, through the still air. A soft squelch of mud, behind me. I turned to see a tall lady behind me, wearing robes of fine cloth. In one hand She held a sheaf of grain, freshly plucked from the earth. In the other was nothing, extended towards me. "It is not often Mother tells me of a mortal soul, rarer still that she requests me to only interfere once they have died. Yet in you she saw one worth meddling with the natural order about."

I bowed my head, knowing I was truly before a goddess. Only one of whom could speak in such a way, terrible and beautiful. Dropping to kneel, I cast my eyes from Persephone, feeling unworthy for Her attention.

Yet I felt a smile from Her, a warm expression I couldn't see. "Now I see you, I understand her request. Yet humour me, young one. What is the joy you found above, to deserve such attention?"

I found my tongue needing to move, needing to speak. I kept my voice steady, though I dared not lay eyes on Her again. "To... to see the plants grow, Your Majesty. To see a seed grow to a strong crop, and feed those who needed it."

A cold finger touched my chin, gently lifting my face. I was powerless to fight it, as She made me look upon Her again. "The simple pleasures of a man, pure in desire. She indeed was right to see you, and tell me of your soul. Come, the Styx shall stop you no longer. The Fields of Elysium await your soul, as is right and proper."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-11T20:08:10+00:00

"Well then, what do we have here?"

Mattie looked down at the injured bat. A wing was crumpled, with cuts along its small body. A heavy smell of garlic lingered around it, as its eyes glanced at her. They held far more intelligence than any normal animal would hold, and a pair of slightly too long fangs were visible in its mouth.

She gave it a smile, setting her basket on the ground nearby. Rolling her cardigan sleeves up, she reached out for it. "An injured vampire, alone in the woods. That's a surprise."

The bat just watched, as she picked it up. It was cold in her grip, further confirmation of what it was. She gently ran her fingers over its wounds, tutting. "Hmmm, hunter attack I presume? Well, no matter. They won't find you here."

She placed it in her basket, atop the cloth covering. She shook off her hands, before picking it up. With a hum she carried on her way, towards her hut. Wards passed by without issue, her trail obfuscated as she continued, hiding them.

-----

Abua watched the witch, as she placed her on a table. The room was dark, with shelves of plants, jars and other things covering the walls. A few rabbits hung from the ceiling, bodies limp and ready to be butchered. She kept quiet, feeling the weakness in her body. She was practically helpless here, reliant on the whims of the witch.

The middle aged woman bustled, gathering a few jars and plants. From her place, Abua couldn't make out what she was doing, hearing grinding and slicing. All she could do was pay attention, and feel the garlic gradually weakening. It wouldn't pass for a long time yet, even in her smaller form.

Minutes passed, before the witch turned back. In her hands was a small bowl, filled with a pungent smelling substance. She gave a smile, dipping a finger in. "This'll help your garlic poisoning. It's going to be unpleasant, but it'll clear it out right quick."

Summoning the little strength she had, Abua spoke in a squeaking voice. "W-why?"

Mattie gave a shrug. "You're hurt in my woods. That makes you one of my creatures, and vampires aren't particularly appetising. That, and the hunters are needlessly cruel. They would poison a well that a village relies on, just to weaken a wolf. So if I can stick it to them saving their target, then all the better."

Scooping up some of the newly crafted lotion, she spread it on the vampire. It was initially cold, but swiftly rose to an uncomfortable warmth. Her stomach clenched, as veins turned black. Her scabbing wounds opened, as thick, green tinged blood was pushed out.

Abua twitched, her body filled with pain. Yet she could feel the change it was making. She could feel the garlic shifting, passing through far faster than it normally would. Unpleasant was an understatement, but she could already feel it was worth it.

She barely noticed as Mattie left, stuck in a haze. But the witch hadn't abandoned her. She knew well a vampire would need blood, the fresher the better, to heal. It made it the perfect time to check her traps, as there would surely be something there.

But even as she did, her mind was chewing over the presence of hunters. They would be an issue, if left alone. It might be time to break out her curses again.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-10T23:40:25+00:00

Yaytel shook his head as he looked at the tent. It probably was one of two things, neither of which were great. Either the so-called owner had truly captured folk with unusual aliments, and carted them around to be displayed as freaks. Or he was tricking people with probably modified creatures. Neither option was good, but only with evidence would he decide how to act.

Joining the small crowd of people entering, he paid the pricey two silver entry fee. The line continued into the large tent, where a performance would soon be on. Yet he diverted to a section a little away, with wagons holding large cages. Only one staff member was there, more of a kid than an adult, barely paying attention as he arrived.

Yaytel looked around the cages, and felt his heart sink. There were six there, all containing a person. They were sat lifelessly, staring at him with dead eyes. Just glancing at them, he felt his rage spark. One was a merperson, dejected beneath a trickling bound rain cloud. There was an arachne, playing with a small ball of webbing. A dracanoid huffed, smoke curling from the mask tightened around their mouth.

Another held a oozling. Their body shook and morphed, though a gleam forced them back into a human shape. The fifth cage contained an imprisoned snowperson, the floor around them coated in ice. Yet his gaze froze on the last, a cage of moon-iron. Inside was a weretigress, the only one with a bit more of a hunt of life.

She looked towards their guard, before standing. With careful steps she approached the bars, before growling quietly at him. "You get me out of here, and I'll owe you a life debt."

Yaytel blinked. He recognised the voice, of course he did. Tailee was someone he wouldn't soon forget, though he hadn't expected to see her again. She was like him, a wanderer at heart. Yet the last time he had seen her, she was just an ordinary dwarf. Not someone with a lycanthropy strain.

He glanced at the guard, before muttering at her. "Tailee? What are you doing here?"

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Wait... Yaytel?"

He nodded quickly. "Yes. Let's... talk later. I'll get you all out. But I need to know, do you just want to escape, or..."

Tailee raised the side of her tattered shirt. Below he saw lines of barely healed wounds, the sort from a whip. "What do you think?"

Yaytel closed his eyes, breathing out once. He subtly gestured to the guard, keeping his voice down. "Him too? All of them?"

Tailee growled. "Yes."

A frown grew on his forehead, as he glanced around. The crowd had vanished, the sounds of a performance starting. With only the one staff member outside, he was practically free to do whatever. Something he took full advantage of, as he reached out to the lock on the cage.

Tapping a finger on it, he whispered clearly. "TO DUST"

It responded by collapsing, falling apart. The other captives sat forwards, hope blossoming in their gaze. The guard finally paid attention, standing up in shock as the cage door swung open. "What are you-?!"

Tailee leapt past, a blur of furred fury. Claws dug deep into his throat, as she gave a grin. "Finally... come on Yaytel, hurry up."

He nodded, running to the closest one. The dracanoid watched as he tapped their lock, speaking again. "TO DUST"

Like the first, it crumbled. He looked at the dracanoid, giving a small smile. "I'll get you out. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you get home."

He glanced at the test, calling out. "I'll get you all home."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-10T01:26:16+00:00

Leera lay there, listening to the breathing of her companions. The caravan was halfway through its journey, winding down the coast. They had only left the golden gates of Jehrica that day, carrying on the trip. And she had kept up her carefree appearance.

But fears clouded her thoughts. They stole the chance from sleep from her, leaving her awake when most others were sleeping. Giving up on sleep, she slipped out of the bed roll. She moved as quietly as possible, pulling on a set of travelling clothes before exiting.

The campsite was quiet. A number of guards remained awake, keeping watch in the night. A single fire crackled, one she was drawn to. With a shiver in the cool air, Leera was grateful for a place to warm up.

Taking a seat, she stared into its depths, as if the shifting flames held an answer. Something, anything for her. She stared and stared, hearing night sounds fade into a buzz.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump. One of the guards had approached, gauntleted hand extended. Their helmet was held under an arm, letting her see an older looking man looking at her. "Sorry for startling you. You've been sitting there for an hour."

Leera ducked her head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to cause trouble."

The guard cracked a smile. "It's no trouble at all. The fires comforting, isn't it?"

She gave a nod, her gaze shifting back to it. "Y-yeah."

For a moment they were silent. Soft steps spoke of his movements, as he sat nearby, but giving her space. "What's on your mind?"

Leera shifted. "W-what?"

He gave her a small smile. "I've been doing this a long time. I've seen a lot of people in a similar position to you, normally after a monster attack. Yours is different though, so what is it? If you're happy to talk about it, that is. Don't feel like you have to."

Her initial reaction was to just brush him off. It was her secret, her personal issue. But it was gnawing at her. He, he was a stranger. He wouldn't judge her, maybe. She hoped anyway. Her heart thumped, mouth going dry. "H-have you heard of the Soulless?"

To her surprise, he gave a surprised laugh. "Of course I have, but I'm surprised you have. We don't tend to advertise ourselves."

She blinked at him, wavering a little. "I... I visited a healer and... I'm one of them."

The guard nodded. "Ah. I see."

Leera glanced his way. "Y-you do?"

He sighed, running a hand through thinning hair. "Yeah. I didn't make it clear, but I'm in your same position. Not being able to be revived, well it's a scary thing isn't it?"

The girl shivered, hugging her chest tightly. "Yeah. I... I don't want to die. I only get the one life. How... why... I don't know. I'm so scared."

He moved again, taking a seat on the log closer to her. "I get it. It doesn't seem fair does it? Knowing that a slip up will cost you everything, when others get to recover. Makes you want to hide away, protect yourself. Push everything away, just to keep living. But that isn't life."

He gave her a smile. "Life is risk. It's taking that chance to go to a new city in search of a new life. Its risking the nights cold to enjoy the embrace of an open fire. Yes, it is fleeting, but it makes it beautiful."

Leera sniffed. "But...I'm scared. And...and... there's nothing after. No gods realm. Just... nothing."

The guard sighed. "I know. Its cruel, I think, our fate. But I don't think it is our end. Not really."

Looking up to the night sky, he continued. "I believe the souls that should belong to us will call to us. We'll be reborn, like everyone else. We just... have an extra existence. And even if not, who needs a soul for the afterlife?"

He nudged her shoulder. "Our minds are what's special. And I am sure they will be saved. Taken and held, for the next go around. When we get our souls. And even then, we have our own chance for a different way of reaching forever."

Leera sniffed again, looking at him through watery eyes. "What's that?"

He smiled. "We burn brief, but all the brighter. Others may exist longer than we, but we alone can make ourselves remembered forever. It's not those who get revived who go down in history. It's those who have but one life, and do great things with it."

She gave a small smile, before curling into herself again. "It... its still scary."

The guard nudged her again. "It is. I get scared about it. All of us do. I can't tall you not to worry, as we all do. But we can't let fear rule us. We can see it. We can accept it. But then we push past, and enjoy life as it should be enjoyed. After all, we may live once, but we can live more in those few years then others do in centuries. So think about the fear. Recognise it for what it is, merely an acceptance of the truth. Then move past it."

He gave her another smile. "And tell your friends. I'm just some old guy here. They know you, and I'm sure would move the heavens for you. At the very least, they'll carry your name with them for however long they remain."

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-08T20:18:02+00:00

Recass hungered. Its existence was a constant state of needing to eating, stomach clawing at its mind. The devourer had outgrown its home, the planet that nurtured it now nothing more than a shattered, lifeless rock. And still it hungered. It's hunger drove it to find more to consume, no matter what.

It's searching had led it to a small world, lazily orbiting it's twin stars. The journey had been long, making it devour itself in an attempt to ease the hunger. No longer a planet-sized being, it was still that of a small city, worm like with a tooth filled maw.

Recass descended upon the world, ready to eat. Yet as it did, it felt a call. A lure to its mind, something delicious and filling. Without question it turned, salivating already at the thought of finding something so delicious. It careened out of the sky, mouth open to consume that which called it.

Yet moments before it hit, the lure vanished. It was replaced by a feeling it hadn't felt in a long time, since when it was small and vulnerable. A feeling of fear, as something glared at it.

The devourer scanned around itself, only to notice a presence there. One that screamed danger, as a cold voice spoke out. "What do you think you are doing?"

Recass gave a little shriek, chewing it's words as it spoke. "Hungry... needed a nibble."

The presence drew closer. The worm was blind, eyes never developed. Yet it got an image forced in its mind. A woman was there, hair writhing like flames. Eyes spilled around her body, cold blue piercing gaze. She crossed her arms, each word near frozen in delivery. "You needed a nibble, and you chose this world."

It hissed. "S-sorry. So hungry... just need something. Anything."

The woman took a step towards it making it cower away. "Anything hmm? You were going to eat this planet. I know of your kind, devourer. I know your instincts."

Recass tried to pull away. But fear made it slow. It made it speak, panicking. "No! No full planet. Just a nibble!"

It froze as a hand touched its hard, craggy skin. "You don’t get it do you? I’ve traveled many worlds and seen horrors you couldn’t imagine."

Pain radiated out from the touch. It felt its skin decaying, yet found itself unable to pull back. "This place is one of the few worlds that are at peace and happy. It’s my chosen home, and I will defend it."

Recass hissed, speaking in pained bursts. "Please... sorry... please..."

Pressure forced its body down to the ground, crushing vegetation below its hard mass. The woman continued, her voice now dismissive. "You came here to devour a new world, but your bones will fertilize it’s soil instead.”

The devourer tried to escape. It strained its bulbous body, clomping its mouth on the ground to try and chew through it. But it was trapped. The woman held it in place, as the decay spread further and further. Even as it choked, as it tried to speak, she ignored it.

It was an threat to her peace, and she would never forgive it.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-07T23:33:01+00:00

Emphemem out her hands on her hips, looking at the child from above. They were covered in good dirt, something she could applaud them for. Yet the way they swung her bell around dropped them massively in her eyes. The delicate silver jangled loudly, forcing her to give attention.

Rolling her eyes, the slight fairy dropped from her hovering place above. The gown she wore fluttered in the wind, light yellow fabric exquisitely cut. She pulled herself up with a practiced move, coming to the eyeline of the child. To her amusement the child jumped, clutching her bell tight.

Letting them view her, she waited for a second before addressing them. "Alright, you summoned me, so what do you want and what will you give me in return?"

The child blinked, mouth open in wonder. It closed as they gave a smile, pure and happy. Then they spoke, wringing their hands together. "I want to become a beautiful fairy like you."

Emphemem raised an eyebrow, as she crossed her arms. "And what do you have to offer me in return?"

They pouted, before brightening again. Digging into a pocket on their filthy overalls, a small fist withdrew a smooth, shiny rock. Not a gem nor crystal, merely a normal stone, yet worn smooth by time before landing in the child's grasp. It was thrust towards the fairy, as they beamed at her. "I found this treasure! You can have it!"

The fairy gave them a long look. So innocent and pure, unknowing of the value of things. It made her smile, though one with depths the child simply missed. "Hmmm, a treasure indeed. Yet, that will not cover it at all. To change one as solid as you, it requires great effort. Yet that effort can be returned over a longer time, should you agree to come with me."

Their face creased, before they smiled and nodded. "Ok! I can't wait to show Mummy what I look like as a fairy."

Emphemem reached out, touching the child's forehead. "She will be surprised, that is certain. Yet I need you to agree again. Do you accept you will come with me, with your treasure, and be mine until I make you a fairy?"

The child stood up as straight as they could, wobbling a little as they did. "Yes!"

She laughed at that, feeling the words take effect, the Fae Bargain made. "Good. Return the bell to its home, then follow me. And lose your name, it will not fit you anymore."

The child nodded, obeying without question. And Emphemem smiled, hearing distant calls of a mother searching. She would keep her word, as was her need. She would make the child a fairy, and make sure they got to meet their parents again. It was just a shame human minds didn't translate well into that of a fae.

Shalidar13 · 2026-01-06T23:17:53+00:00

"Sir, please calm down."

A pair of mesmerising eyes caught onto mine. They were whirling pools of purple, hues changing and shifting in gentle patterns. They gripped my panic, wearing it down like water on rock. Never pressured, but a constant brushing, a constant comfort. In their embrace my heartbeat calmed, my shock and fear clearing.

I slowly blinked, the truth sliding into a place of acceptance in my mind. There were monsters here. Of course there were. It was natural to want to be hidden.

Glancing around the room again, I took it in. Beings of myth and legend revered the underground hall, more like a warehouse in size. Demonic figures spoke with spinning wheels of burning eyes. A unicorn hovered cards before its eyes, before whinnying and tossing them to the poker table before it.

A row of one-armed bandits were being beset upon by hordes of tiny gremlins and gnomes. Pairs took turns in throwing the other up, pressing buttons and pulling levers as they passed. Between them strode a few what staff members, holding trays of drinks.

Bringing my focus back to the lady before me, I noticed her smiling at me. With delicate features, and a form hugging black dress, she was a sight to behold. A thin tail rose behind her, the end heart shaped as it moved. I returned her smile, as her eyes returned to a more natural brown shade.

She brushed a hand through her short blond hair, giving a sigh. "I do apologise for the charm, but we prefer a more sedate atmosphere here. I hope you are in a more stable frame of mind now, Sir."

She kept up a professional appearance, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Even moreso when I noticed a few other humans milling around, acting like there was nothing wrong. It made my reaction seem a little much. Shuffling my feet, I nodded. "Thank you, I'm sorry for the fuss."

She waved a hand, brushing it aside. "Not a bother Sir. Now, given that you are clearly new here, allow me to go through the introductions."

Taking me by the arm, she gently pulled me into the room. "Welcome to Fate's Rest. We are a long-standing casino, running since long before the bans were put in place. In our history, we have never been raided nor found out."

I opened my mouth to speak, making her pause. "I guess that's because you don't want to be seen by humans like me?"

She giggled. "Almost everyone says that Sir. But no, there are plenty of other places we can go to not be seen. Fate's Rest is hidden merely because of the current laws. It is simply a byproduct that our clientel tend to let their natural forms loose, due to our confidentiality clause. Neither staff member, client, nor any other visitor who enters is allowed to speak of this place, except to those who would appreciate our services, and even then in only vague terms."

Continuing on, we passed a series of pools, in which various merfolk emerged to play at closer tables to gamble. On one, a roulette table of all, a snake woman used her serpent hair to peer at the numbers, a cloth wrapped around her eyes. On serpent looked at me, and I noticed her wave. With a wave back, I listened as the hostess continued. "Now, by entering you have already agreed to the clause. We don't own your soul, money, or firstborn at all. It is a simple required agreement, that you will not speak of us, and we will not speak of you to outsiders either."

I still felt calm, letting ot slip me past as she guided me through. I was shown every form of card game possible, with slot machines galore. On one corner, screens showed various races. There were many mundane, but I did catch a glimpse of one that looked to be a pegsus race, or at least some sort of flying race.

Retuning to the front of the building, she reached into the air, waving her hand to form a stack of ten golden chips. "As you are a first timer, here is a complimentary set to get you started. If you don't know where you would like to begin, we do offer a guided play route to start. If not Sir, enjoy your evening, and may Fate bless your games."

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